Trife Diesel, Termanology - Think It Over lyrics

What's the synopsis? Stereotype scenarios
Of the bullets in your back
The size of cheerios
Get in a shootout, come back
Switch out my clothes go ahead and use it
I bet it's which one I blow
Hey yo, but on the really though
I'm higher than Arsenio
Chillin in the video
Used to hold on the semi though
Bitches callin me pretty
Though cuz I'm about to have plenty dough
Ballin without a penny
They'll want me cuz of the? coat
Niggas wanted me deaded yo
But I ain't really sweat it though
Chop, on my machete
Your beef is really petty though
And ya'll already know when
I'm moving oregano
I'm smooth as a merry-go-round
Movin it very slow a wise man told me "Term
Think it over my son
Calm down, stop smoking your gun
Ay'body know who you are
And they know where you're from
And they seein you like the devil
In the clothes of a nun"
I be heavenly with a halo
Heavy making tomato
On the creek with my ladles since
My first week in the cradle
No, I'll never retire
Man I'm breathing the fire
I'm back, speaking to liars
I heard you speak through the wire

Yo, there's no way, no how
My niggas is gon bow
For all my niggas in the mess hall
Eatin their chow
? Clinton, all?burnt green and hack sackie?
House slippers with the tight wife
Beaters and green khakis
Eating calamari, rushing they waves
Cleaning they Walles ex cons
Now they swear that they dons like Mr gotti
Yo my fam Ronnie just came
Home from beating a body
Merked that kid Donnie whom he blew
Off his feet with a Tommy
Got relatives up in the mountain
Servin him hella bids
Killas who severed ribs and
Massacred several pigs
It's BC, cuz in Hip-Hopulation
Niggas'll never live behind bar salons
They killed a? with heritage
Fuck a release date
Cuz mine's in a deep state
Letters from jail
My cousins be strong and stay safe
I thought it over
No longer will I just preach hate
So I reply stay wise
And make sure you keep faith
In this day and age, motherfuckers is illin
No remorse for lives lost
We immune to the killing
Feds watching every move
Cameras glued to the ceiling
Cognito stay on the d-low when
You move through the buildings think it over

Ayo, ayo, check
I rep mass murder when they mashin out
Staten Isle, where they slang crack in vials
Acting wild, running through, blasting pounds
Clappin down whatever thug acting loud
Chill out, before you see me, a bastard child
Peel out in the V with the cash and bounce
I roll through the 'tel
High with the rational
With half a smile, like
Who we gon capture now?
Police on the hunt for the blackest crowds
Black and brown, they bound to pat you down
That's just fowl, fucked up rational
Turn guns to hurricanes
How they splash the town
I'ma tell you right now
Before I go back to trial
Yo gon see your man 50 do a track with Styles
Ask the crowd, who be in the 'Ac with style?
When he be aiming at the birds
Tryin to clap the clouds?